Warning: I swear in this one too. But I don't give a shit anymore. See, I just swore in a warning about swearing...
Your boyfriend broke away from the kiss with frown on his face. Staring back at him you tried to keep the sheepish look off your face. “Is something wrong, Matt?” you asked.
“We didn’t have pancakes for breakfast.” he said.
Damn it, you thought, he knows.
You just frowned trying to keep an innocent look on your face, “So?”
“I taste maple syrup.” Matthew said, catching your lips again. You knew it might be better to keep your mouth shut, but you couldn’t resist your sexy Canadian boyfriend. When he finally pulled back, he said, “I definitely taste maple syrup.” You nodded on instinct, still lightheaded.
He leaned down and started to kiss your neck, making you moan. “Did you make pancakes without me?” he asked. Unable you speak you just shook your head. “Then what trouble have you been getting into?” he whispered, taking a small nip at your ear.
“I-I don’t want to tell you.” you said, knowing all the while you’d give in to any demand he made.
Matthew stopped, grabbed your shoulders and stared at you with those shining eyes. “And why is that, _____?”
You bit your lip, and tried to look away, but he captured your chin with his calloused fingers and kissed you lightly. Eventually you told him, “You’ll eat the last one.”
“One what?” Matthew inquired, a small light in those eyes.
You shook your head adamantly, determined to keep your newfound treat to yourself.
“You’re being selfish, _____.” he said, slamming his lips down upon yours again. He decided to let you have your fun and just relish in the taste of maple syrup on your tongue.
Trying to get him to forget the reason all this had started, you gave his curl a light tug that released an animalistic growl down your throat. Matthew looked down on you, and with the taste of maple still strong, well let’s just say you had really done it now.
~Timeskip brought to you by Japan, that prude~
Having been quite tired, you had fallen asleep pretty early. Wonder why? But you were woken up in the middle of the night by the rustling of plastic wrap.
Sitting up you looked around and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “Matt?” you asked, noting the figure hunched up over the other side of the bed.
He swore and you heard the crinkle of plastic again. But you caught his arm. “Dammit, Matt that was the last Maple Whoopie Pie!” you yelled.